This is a song about "Latin class"

Now you're class partners for starters,

And you are not around like black fathers

Fell asleep in first class

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

No one-half and i hate math

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Just put your hand on the glass

Your beautiful during class

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Got my foot on the gas

First out the gate last back to class,

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes